Middle Class Wooing

Don’t
bother
picking
flowers

They
will just
make me
sneeze

If you
really
want to
impress me

Just
bring
a wheel
of cheese

For an
‘expensive’
bottle
of wine

And a
little
bit of
Brie

Is
really
all it
takes

To get
into
bed
with me

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    1. Haha!! Don’t worry my friend, this one is not autobiographical.

      I’ll never be middle class.
      And I certainly don’t like Brie…

      Just taking the piss as always 😁

      πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‰πŸ–€

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      1. What!! I was about to comment that I’ve been literally downing Brie cheese lately, but I’ve had to go off it as started getting fat!

        You don’t even like Brie cheese! 😨

        Still, impressive to write a poem from the point of view of a middle class w***er (i.e. me)

        Not really, I don’t do classes πŸ˜‚. Fook that.

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        1. I do hate the abbreviation of ‘Brie cheese’ into just ‘Brie’, though. Makes me imagine somebody spreading a French town on their biscuits…

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